Well, how bloody convenient! So here we were, musing about how Triple J has gripped the Aussie music industry so tightly that even writers are falling all over each other to sound exactly alike – when along comes this compilation. Fantastic! Now we have here a bona fide aural coffee table book – 25 tracks, […]
Liking most of these more wouldn’t half of made my life easier, at various stages. Would it have been too much of a compromise to make? Apparently so.
The garrulous flippancy ominously forebodes. I do forbid that their overly zealous residency finds a little frivolity in the sense that these lesbians aren’t shy of being gay or Canadian. And it shows.
I despise pomposity above almost everything, even when it’s hilarious. The Smashing Pumpkins aren’t hilarious.
I thought of The Beatles line, “It was 20 years ago today”, probably because it really had been 20 years ago to the day
Pop music that shits all over the tired, tepid male rock posturing of the other nine videos from a wonderfully giddy height.
Vice has them as, “The Black Lips with boobs”. Man, and they say the art of music criticism is dead.
This week, Jeff takes his fans behind the scenes at his local fitness club.
The care and attention to detail in this parody is breathtaking.